This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 367
The Sword Tasting Conference at Zhujian Villa has always been very popular among Jianghu people. This time Huo Tianya even sent out more invitations than before. Invited.

Zhujian Mountain Villa is famous, and the owner Huo Tianya is famous in Jianghu and warm-hearted. People in bridal sedan chairs carry people, this face is willing to be given by fellow Jianghu.

In addition, the rivers and lakes were disturbed a lot before, and Wuyue Wudang beggar gang took turns to make troubles, making the whole rivers and lakes uneasy. Now when they heard that some big sect wanted to do some work, everyone would avoid it.

Fortunately, this sword casting villa has never been involved in disputes between the rivers and lakes. For many people, this sword tasting conference is a rare grand event that they can watch with peace of mind.

The quacks who were panicked by Wudang Five Sacred Mountains, after holding back for more than half a year, can finally come out to take a breath.

Forging Sword Villa is located in the northwest. In addition to Jiang Hu from various factions in the Central Plains, there are also many swordsmen from the Gobi Desert, and even some foreigners come here for the sword tasting conference.

Out of Xijing, walking along the official road all the way, the scenery on both sides changes slowly, occasionally you can see business groups coming and going, the sky is high and the earth is far away, the carriage stops and goes, and the two little heads clinging to the window make a sound from time to time. Two exclamations.

"Qiqi, look over there, what a big horse!" Shang Luo pointed to some foreigners driving by.

Princess Yongle looked in the direction Shang Luo pointed, and the horses brought by those foreigners were indeed very tall, much stronger than the ones they had seen in the Central Plains.

"That should be a foreign caravan coming to trade."

As a princess of the royal family, Yongle naturally has more knowledge than Shang Luo. She explained: "It is said that such tall horses can only be bred in high and cold places, and foreigners will raise them and transport them to the pass for exchange. Goods like tea and silk from the Central Plains."

"So this is ah."

Shang Luo nodded, then turned around and looked at Lu Hanjiang who was wrapped in a big cotton coat in the carriage, and asked, "Little Lu, have you ever ridden such a big horse?"

Lu Hanjiang turned over lazily, and yawned sleepily. The first month was just over, and they went out of Beijing all the way to the northwest, eating and playing all the way, and with the exhaustion of the boat and car, I don't know where these two girls came from Such a good spirit.

The gazes of the two maids were on their backs, so Lu Hanjiang could only pull himself together and said, "The tea-horse trade has a long history. Although the court only opened up the exchange occasionally, there are indeed a lot of horses in exchange. I must be riding passed."

This is not bragging. Most of the tall horses obtained in the tea horse trade are war horses. Naturally, the Imperial Army and Jin Yiwei are the first to benefit from such a good thing.

After listening to Lu Hanjiang's words, Shang Luo seemed to be attracted by something again, stuck her head out of the car window again, and asked abruptly, "Xiao Lu, how much does this horse cost?"

Lu Hanjiang replied sullenly: "A good horse can at least be exchanged for a hundred catties of tea."

Shang Luo thought about it, and then asked: "Xiao Lu, only the imperial court can buy and sell this kind of horse?"

Lu Hanjiang stretched his waist, and said slowly: "Of course it's like this on the official side, but businessmen value profits, and those foreigners are not honest, and occasionally sell some to others privately. There are also many heroes who love horses in the world Not many, maybe someone bought it.”

As he said that, Lu Hanjiang was taken aback for a moment. He sat up with his cotton padded clothes in his arms, his eyes were mostly sleepy, and he looked at Shang Luo in surprise and asked, "Wait a minute, why are you asking this, you don't intend to engage in military horse smuggling Bar?"

"No, Xiao Lu, what do you usually think of me?"

Shang Luo spoke angrily, and then pointed to the stopped foreign business group outside: "I see that person has been negotiating the price with the other party for a long time, and he is quite curious, so I just asked."

Lu Hanjiang also looked out through the car window. It turned out that there was another group of people in front of the foreign business group. They were dressed in white, with long swords on their waists, and special sword patterns on their cuffs and collars.

He is a disciple of Zhujian Villa.

Lu Hanjiang signaled the coachman to stop, and they just stayed away, listening to the movement over there.

The leading disciple of Zhujian Villa is very young, and looks younger than Lu Hanjiang. Behind him are four or five disciples of the same age, and a middle-aged man is standing beside him. Judging from his behavior, he seems to be inferior to that young man.

The two parties were arguing over the price of the white horse, the young man was blushing, and the foreigner was holding a brick of tea in his hand, looking left and right, and muttering in his mouth, as if he was dissatisfied.

With Lu Hanjiang's martial arts, he only needs to hold his breath and concentrate his internal energy to enhance his six senses to hear their conversation clearly. Unfortunately, the two girls can't.

The two girls looked at Lu Hanjiang helplessly, he had no choice but to say: "If you want to see the fun, go closer, remember our identities that we have arranged in advance, don't reveal your secrets."

Seeing Lu Hanjiang nod his head, the two girls happily got out of the car and passed by, but facing so many foreigners, Yongle was still a little worried, so he pulled him along.

Lu Hanjiang wrapped himself up like a big rice dumpling in a thick robe, kept his scarf and gloves on, and then slowly followed Yongle.

When the three people's carriage stopped, the two parties didn't pay attention to it, they only cared about the price of that horse.

The young man pouted his neck and said: "With the reputation of my Zhujian Villa as a guarantee, what else do you have to worry about? If you still have doubts, I can make a written statement. How much I owe today, I will double it in the future." Yes."

After the young master had finished speaking, the foreigners on the other side exchanged in local dialect, and then an interpreter came forward, with an obscure Central Plains accent, and said in embarrassment: "Forgive me, my master. One hundred and twenty catties of tea is one hundred and twenty catties, nothing less."

"You! Why are you so ruthless!" The young man was a little impatient.

At this time, the steward came forward and said: "This foreign friend, we Zhujian Mountain Villa also did business with your other tribesmen. At that time, the price of this horse was eighty catties of tea. What you do today is not good. Real."

The interpreter explained: "The quality of horses is not the same, and the price is also different. This guest, we originally wanted to sell this white horse to a nobleman in the capital, and set a price of [-] catties of tea. My master was entrusted by someone, so he came to do business with you, and for the sake of that friend, we reduced the price by [-] catties."

"This"

The steward was a little speechless, but he already knew in his heart that the white horse was good, and the price of [-] catties of tea was actually very fair. Thanks to the favors he once had with Zhujian Villa, the price was even a bit cheap. .

It's a pity that the reality is that they are so cash-strapped now, it would be better if they could save some.

Thinking about their status in Jianghu in Zhujian Mountain Villa, now they have to lower their bodies to fight a war of words because of such a few catties of tea. Feeling the faint contempt in the other party's eyes, the manager is a little angry and a little helpless.

At this time, the steward caught sight of three people coming from a distance, and it didn't matter at all, but he looked at the girl who walked in the front and looked like a big deal, with a dog-beating stick as a token of the leader of the beggar gang hanging on her waist .

This time, the manager straightened his head when he was still in a difficult situation.

"One hundred and twenty catties is one hundred and twenty catties, we bought it!"

(End of this chapter)